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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
UT,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.