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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.