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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.