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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Magma,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.