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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.