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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Television,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.