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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.