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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.