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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.