Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.