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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.