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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Index,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.