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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.