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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.