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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.