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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.