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 South Sudan 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
The Index,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.