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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Can,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.