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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.