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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.