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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.