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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.