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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.