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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.