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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.