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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.