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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Can,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.