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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.