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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
DNA,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.