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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.