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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.