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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Make Up to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
MDC,
CMW,
The Move,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.