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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.