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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
The Index,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.