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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Wings,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Can,
Brick,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.