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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.