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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.