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 Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.