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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.