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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.