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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.