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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.