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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.