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 Algeria and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.