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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.