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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.