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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.