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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.