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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.