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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.