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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Main Source,
Qualms,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.