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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.