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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.