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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.