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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Grauzone,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.