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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.