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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Moebius,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.