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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.