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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.