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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.