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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.