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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.