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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.