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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.