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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.