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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.