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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Organ to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.