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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.