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 Palau 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 X-102 to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.