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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.