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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.