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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.