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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.