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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.