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 China and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.