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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.