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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.