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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez 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?
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
the Association,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.