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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.