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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Faust,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.