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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee 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?
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.