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 Zimbabwe 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.