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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cramps to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.