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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.