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 Swaziland 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.