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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
World's Most,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.