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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.