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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.