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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.