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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.