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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Quantec,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.