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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.