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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.