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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Calgary and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.