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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Slave,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.