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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.