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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.