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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.