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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.