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 Macedonia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.