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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.