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 Finland and from Lille.
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 Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.