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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.