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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.