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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Smog,
the Association,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.