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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.