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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.