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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.