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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Visage,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
ABC,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.