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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.