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 Nauru 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.