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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.