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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.