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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.