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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.