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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.