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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.