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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.