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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
X-102,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.