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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.