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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Cybotron to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
The Index,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.