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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.