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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Nas,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
PIL,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.