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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.