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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.