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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.