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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.