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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.