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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.