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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.