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 Latvia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.