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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.