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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.