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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.