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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.