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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.