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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.