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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.