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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.