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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.