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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Fear,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.