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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.