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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.