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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.