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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
cv313,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.