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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.