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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.