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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.