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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.