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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.