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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.