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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.