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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.