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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Index,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.