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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.