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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.