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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
The Evens,
UT,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.