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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.