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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.