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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Josef K,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.