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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.