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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.