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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Technova,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.