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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.