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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.