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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.