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 Angola 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.