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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.