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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.