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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
ABC,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.