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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.