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 Morocco 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
EPMD,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.