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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.