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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.