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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.