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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
PIL,
The Saints,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.