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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 June Days to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.