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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.