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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.