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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.