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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
cv313,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.