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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.