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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.