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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.