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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.