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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Can,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.