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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
John Holt,
Lyres,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.