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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Qualms,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.