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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.