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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.