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 Italy 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Neu!,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.