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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.