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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.