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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.