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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.