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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.