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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.