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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.