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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
MDC,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.