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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.