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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.