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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
The Human League,
X-101,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Pole,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.