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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Audionom,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.