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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd 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?
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.