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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.