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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.