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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.