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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Gong,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.