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 Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Can,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.