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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 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 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.