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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.