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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 snare 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.