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 Slovenia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.