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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.