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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.