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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.