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 Somalia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.