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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.