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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Pole,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.