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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.