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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.