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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy 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 crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.