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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.