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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Index,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.