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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.