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 Cyprus 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.