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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.