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 Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.