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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
the Association,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.