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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.