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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
DNA,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.