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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.