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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.