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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Yaz to the disco 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.