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 Russia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Martian to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.