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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.