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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.