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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.