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 Iceland 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.