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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Mars to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.