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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.