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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.