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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.