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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
cv313,
The Victims,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.