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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.