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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.