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 Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.