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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.