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 Malta 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fugazi to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Magma,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.