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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.