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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
This Heat,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.