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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.