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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.