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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.