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 Estonia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.