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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.