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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.