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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.