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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
The Fall,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.