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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.