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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.