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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Sight & Sound 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.