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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.