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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Smog,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.