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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.