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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.