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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.