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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.