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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.