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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.