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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.