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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.