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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Gong,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.