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 Zambia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Residents 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.