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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.