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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.