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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Pole to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.