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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.