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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 snare 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.