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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.