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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.