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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.