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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.