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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.