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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.