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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.