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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.