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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.