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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.