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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.