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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.