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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.