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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.