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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Technova,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.