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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.