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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.