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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.