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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.