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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.