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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.