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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Gong,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.