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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.