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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.