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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.