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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.