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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Smog,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.