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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.