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 Qatar and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Roxette,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.