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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
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.