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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skaos 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.