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 China and from Portland.
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 Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
The Evens,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.