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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.