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 Greece 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Yazoo 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.