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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.