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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.