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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.