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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
the Slits,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.