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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Nico,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.