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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Index,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.