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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.