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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.