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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.