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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.