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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.