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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.