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 Samoa and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.