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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 Edmonton and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Gap Band,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.