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 Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Index,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.