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 Belize and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.