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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.