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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.