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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Motorama,
Wire,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.