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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
10cc,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.