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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.