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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
The Gories,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.