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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.