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 Ivory Coast 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.