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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Scientists,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.