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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Pole,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.