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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.