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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.