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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.