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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.