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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.