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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.