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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.