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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.