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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.