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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.