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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.