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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
DNA,
Nico,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.