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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.