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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.