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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Fear,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
ABC,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.