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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.