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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.