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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Technova,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.