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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Slave,
Monolake,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.