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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.