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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.