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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.