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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Qualms,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
The Standells,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.