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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Motions to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
The Move,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.