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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Visage,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.