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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.