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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.