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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Japan,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.