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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.