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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.