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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.