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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.