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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.