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 Paraguay 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.