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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Nas,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.