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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.