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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.