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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.