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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Flipper,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
10cc,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.