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 Guinea 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
The Litter,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.