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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.