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 Macedonia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.