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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.