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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.