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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.