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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Monks,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
UT,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.