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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.