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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.