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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.