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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.