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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.