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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.