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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
MC5,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.