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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
The Wake,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
ABBA,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.