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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Nas,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.