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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.