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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
New Order,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.