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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.