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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.