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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail 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?
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.