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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.