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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Pole,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.