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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.