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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.