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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.