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 Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Erasure,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
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.