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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.