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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.