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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Index,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.