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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.