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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.