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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.