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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.