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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.