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 Cameroon 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.