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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.