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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Rakim,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.