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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Darondo,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.