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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.