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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.