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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.