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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Index,
The Monks,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.