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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.