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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.