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 India and from Madrid.
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 Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.