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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Excepter,
CMW,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.