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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.