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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Slave,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.