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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.