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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.