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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.