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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Make Up,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.