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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Gong,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.