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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.