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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.