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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.