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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Index,
Nico,
JFA,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.