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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Q65,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.