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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Model 500,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.