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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Section 25,
DNA,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.