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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.