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 Paraguay 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.