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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.