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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.