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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Can,
Unwound,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.