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 Mauritius 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.