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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.