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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.