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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.