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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.