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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Swans,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.