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 Benin 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.