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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.