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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.