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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.