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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.