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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.