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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Brick,
a-ha,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.