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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Television,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.