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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.