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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Cluster,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.