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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.