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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.