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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 Milan and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.