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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.