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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Television,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.