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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.