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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.