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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.