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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Swans,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Wings,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.