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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.