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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.