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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.