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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.