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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.