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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.