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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.