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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Jandek,
10cc,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.