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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.