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 Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s 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 Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.