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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.