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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Scion,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.