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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America 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 electroclash 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.