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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.