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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.