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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
UT,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.