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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.