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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.