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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.