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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.