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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.