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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.