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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.