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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.