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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.