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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.