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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.