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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.