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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Suicide,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.