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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.