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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.