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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Can,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.