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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
UT,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.