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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.