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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Erykah Badu 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.