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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.