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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
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The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.