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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.