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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.