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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.