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 Japan and from Paris.
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 Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.