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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.