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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Gong,
Zapp,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.